in the day that you were born?
tell me, do you believe?
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Pia felt guilty for spending so much time outside of the pack territory. She knew that she should be exploring the mountains more, hunting for her comrades, actually meeting her comrades too. She could spend an entire day meandering within the territory without actually meeting one of her pack mates, though, and that made her sad.
These past few days, she had made more of an effort to stay on top of things within Ichika no Ho-en and tried really had to reach out to more people. She had heard of a gathering coming up, for sharing stories and companionship, and it seemed like the perfect opportunity to make true friends with those in the pack.
She’d made sure to look nice for the meeting, braiding her hair with more care than usual and weaving some flowers into the plaits. Her clothes had been washed in the river outside her chosen home, and although nothing could be done for the natural wear of her corset and pants, they looked as good as they ever had. The forgotten crushed pine cones and acorns and petals and down collected in her pockets had floated away on the current, but carefully-chosen smooth stones still weighed the pants down as she walked toward the valley. It was one of her favorite haunts, especially the big temple with its gardens, and so she moved at a jolly pace, singing a tune.
The howl of the High Shepard broke over the melody, and the mottled grey she-wolf grinned as she took longer, brisker strides. She finally stepped into a circle of furs, spying a pair of young luperci as well as the leader herself, the great owl perched with her. Her ears fell back against her dark hair as her tail wagged in broad strokes. Her hands clutched one of the bigger, smoother river stones she’d collected; she thought she might float off without its weight, since she was so giddy about the gathering.
Namaste, High Shepard, Pia greeted in a cheerful chirp, finding a soft patch of grass to settle down in. She swung her braid over a shoulder and grinned, waiting for others to arrive. Her nose caught the heady scent of the bottle, however, and served to distract her for a moment. What’s that stuff?
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